Peanut the Barking Dog

Dear Grammie,

I thought I'd drop you a note tonight before I try to sleep. Your little dog has been very barky lately. It's driving me nuts, but I'm trying to stay patient. She really needs to go out for a walk, I think, but it's been so chilly out that she shivers if the space heater isn't on and she isn't wrapped in her blanket. I suppose tomorrow I will bundle her up like a fat, little sausage and take her around the block a couple times.

Mum is coming back next weekend to finish cleaning your house out. I don't know that I can stand that. I dream about you some nights. You come back all vital and happy and we're so happy to see you. Crap, I can't talk about this or I'll bawl.

I went and looked at apartments today. They weren't bad, but you couldn't have a grill there because of their siding. I would want a grill, but I don't suppose it's critical. They just weren't super nice places or anything. The one wasn't too bad, and could be made homey with some love, but man, I just don't know if I could handle apartment living again. Up and down those stairs fifteen times a day with Peanut and Doodis. Not really my idea of fun. Tomorrow I'm going to check out a couple condos in Moorhead. My hopes aren't very high. There's no association so it kind of seems like things may not get done forever. Crappy deal, possibly. It's worth a look, though. So far that duplex Mum and I went to see looks pretty good. Sure there were a few crummy things about it, but nothing major.

I miss you something awful, Grammie. I wish you were here so I could talk to you about all this. You would clear the jumble out of my brains. Oh well. We don't always get what we want, do we? I can wish, though.

I suppose I had better at least try to sleep. I'm low on my liquid magic, so I'm trying to conserve it, especially since Kaboodle discovered it. Guess I can kiss that goodbye. *sigh*

I miss you Grammie.

Love you always,
Kit